Haunted hotel

by Iyla   Apr 14, 2005


Creaking Floors, ghostly winds
fluttering bats, skeletons

blood filled sinks, shattered glass
nobody knows when I'll come back

lost and alone, in this haunted hotel, crying by myself all alone in this living hell, howling wolves, hungry cries, it's only time before i die

howling pain, screams upstairs
people going up leaving in pairs
blood on the walls dripping down,people dieing is a hideous sound

the full moons up, ware wolves howl
times up it's my turn now

every things black except the knife, just one swing will end my life

i died in the haunted hotel......
i died in this living hell..........

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